It can take a lifetime of anguish to nurture a garden, and yet one can't predict how the plants may grow. The Bible story goes that a Sower may scatter his seeds on various kinds of soil. He does not know which seed fell on rocky ground and died, which took shallow roots and fade a way when scorched, which got eaten up by prey, and which fell on conducive soil conditions and finally bore fruit.



"Mary, mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockles shells, and pretty maids all in a row"  --Hmm... sometimes the  gardener may feel like this  Nursery Rhyme